The Flower Market
Do not leave, my friend, do not Leave me with just a glance. Do not just caress me and leave Do not just pick me up and smell My fragrance and throw me back in the basket.
I have been plucked, tenderly With care not to smudge or crush My lovely petals even now damp with dew I wait for thee to hold me to your chest And take in deep all I have to offer Look, look at my colour, my grace and beauty Smell me deep, my sweet scent!
Let me adorn your beloved's head Or soothe her eyes, still, in the pot. Let me remind her of you, of your love For all thats worth in the world is just love.
This is all I have to offer thee, my friend My life, though it be brief. Take me, my friend, let me be A fleeting memory and later Scatter me to the winds. What more do I need What more to fulfill What more be the purpose of my life?